[Shen Xia Fuhua] It's dawn

The next morning came calm and peaceful.Sherlock walked out of the house, raised his head, took a deep breath of the moist and salty air with sea water, and observed the surrounding environment.In this—let's call it Dustwald village, the houses are all built of stones. Because of the age, the stone walls are covered with vines, and the starry stone houses are scattered all over the island in an orderly manner.The stone house where Sherlock and John stayed was the closest one to their landing. From the flat and open land in front of the door to the east, there was a soft and narrow sandy land.Towards the west, deep into the hinterland of the island, at the end of Sherlock's line of sight, there is a large dark forest, and a small stone house is hidden near the entrance of the forest, looming.To the south, a few paces from Sherlock, stood a pair of huge palm trees, among the rustling leaves, a pair of dark eyes staring at him motionlessly.

"The crimson full moon rises to heaven, and the wolf bared its fangs exalts;

The little girl secretly opened her eyes on the night of the full moon, and she told me that she saw a wolf running in the dark forest;

The old woman staggers past me, her half-worn robes bulging with pockets;

Quick, quick!Brave hunter, hurry up and catch up, the deadly bullet is still unloaded?

However, why did the god of love deviate from the arrow in his hand? How could my dear lover make me so sad?

Fool, fool, why don't you banish me, let the whispers and the raging fire be involved in the boiling waves..."

The crisp child's voice suddenly sang the ballad he read in the notebook last night, and he was dazed when a dozen plump wild fruits smashed towards him.

"Little Thrush, don't be naughty." A tall and thin man ran out of the stone house behind the palm tree in a hurry. He stood under the tree and shouted at the little boy sitting among the leaves with his eyes wide open.

The boy seemed to listen to his father very much, mumbling but quickly climbed down the thick tree trunk.

"Good morning, my name is Remos Wolfe, and this is my son Mel." The man walked up to Sherlock, met his examining gaze, and introduced himself shyly.His left hand moved towards the bridge of his nose habitually, and then put it down in embarrassment as if thinking of something.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, Wolfe?Deep visual impairment, introverted and weak, widowed, has a free and flexible job like him.And his son is a bit lively and precocious.

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock's mind quickly recorded his observations, and of course he did not forget the necessary etiquette that John taught him.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Remos Wolfe shook hands with him cautiously. "How is your recovery? Dr. Watson was very worried about you."

"I'm very good."

"That's really great. Little Thrush is so naughty, I'm sorry." The boy who was called Little Thrush pouted and tugged at the hem of his father's clothes unhappily. Remos Wolf probably couldn't figure it out. There was nothing else to say, so I had to hold Little Thrush's troublesome hand and smile shyly at Sherlock.

Finally, the savior Dr. Watson appeared!

"Good morning, little thrush. Remos, it seems that you already know each other."

"Hey, John." Remos was obviously relieved, "We're going to have a meeting with Sir Lygoni. This island is full of weirdness, what do you think?" He whispered.

Sherlock and John glanced at each other, and followed Wolff and his son towards the forest.

"Hi, Remos, wait for me!" They walked a short distance, and saw a young man in a tattered T-shirt and a pair of bright pink floral shorts trotting over not far away.

Like a strange peacock.Sherlock closed his eyes in pain, and 200 years later, the peculiar aesthetics of human beings brought another shock to his soul.

John chuckled beside him: "Not everyone in 200 years will be like Lawrence, Sherlock."

Then came two beautiful ladies, one as beautiful and lovely as a pure narcissus, the other as mature and charming as a thorny rose.Although their clothes were much more crude and revealing than they were 200 years ago, at least they didn't have a huge impact on Sherlock's vision.

"This is Nixie and Rosalind. You have seen them. I found them on the beach in the south yesterday. We all live in that area now." Lawrence shouted loudly.

"Well, did you sleep well? I think this place is not bad, with ready-made houses, food and water, now even if you tell me, hey, Lawrence, you have to stay on this shitty island Come on, it doesn't seem too bad. Of course, why do I have such charming and lovely neighbors, hahaha, don't you, Remos!"

Sherlock and Little Thrush rolled their eyes at the same time, leaving the others behind first.

It turned out that Sir Lugoni chose to live in the stone house next to the dark forest.Here, the stone house is built on an open space where the sun can just shine, and it is surrounded by rare tall trees. Apparently it rained last night, and the thick rotting branches and dead leaves on the ground became damp and soft.In the silence, there are only the chirping of unknown birds and the ticking of raindrops falling on the leaves.The door of the stone house was ajar, Remos stepped forward and knocked lightly, someone opened the door, he stood in the semi-darkness, the sun just shone on his face, outlining the familiar eyebrows and eyes.

"Lestrade!" John was surprised, and Sherlock had already yelled.

"Lestrade" also looked surprised: "You, uh, have the wrong person."

Then another person appeared behind him, that person was tall and dignified.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock cried out in despair.

"Mycroft Lugoni, he's Greg Pfeiffer." The man who called himself Sir Lugoni looked at Sherlock with his iron gray deep eyes, "Have we met?"

A Mycroft who has exactly the same appearance, look, and annoying voice, and is accompanied by an identical Greg, who calls himself Sir Lugoni!It was the worst joke Sherlock had ever seen!

"No, I just suddenly remembered my poor brother."

This Mycroft curled his lips, and took a step back to let everyone into the room.

"I think we should start with a simple self-introduction," said Sir Lugoni. The island was nearly [-] nautical miles north of me at the time. I drifted on the sea for two days before landing on the southeast end of the island, where there are many shallow bays with coral reefs. Then I found Greg unconscious on the shore Mr. Fivell. Mr. Fivell was unconscious until the night before, so we decided to go to the island early yesterday morning. We walked about twenty miles and found this stone house next to the forest. Settle down here."

"Lestrade" standing beside him continued: "I'm Greg Feffer, a detective from Scotland Yard. I was going to New Zealand for vacation, but I didn't expect to encounter this air crash. Thanks to Lu Gao Ser Nee rescued me and took good care of me."

The following people introduced themselves one by one.Remus Wolfe is a freelance writer who is also taking his son on holiday in New Zealand; Ms. Rosalind Suzie is a journalist. Her colleagues told her a piece of news material worth digging. Going to find out on the spot; Nixie Jill is a bank clerk, and she is going to visit a friend; John introduced himself as a doctor, and Sherlock and he are going to New Zealand for vacation, he dare not say too much for fear of showing his feet; Locke describes himself as a consulting detective and is similarly laconic; Lawrence also claims to be a freelancer, but in Sherlock's eyes he is a bum.

After everyone’s introduction, it sounds like they were really the lucky ones who broke into this deserted island by accident; but they all felt that this air crash happened strangely, since the plane was flying smoothly one minute ago Under the clear sky.This small island is also full of weirdness. The stone houses are covered with dust and there are no people around, but there are well-stocked but limited food and water.Why did all the residents of the island leave?Where did they go?Did they really leave?And are they the only survivors of the crash?Is there anyone else, on the other side of the island?They all landed in the southeastern part of the island, where there are mostly beaches that can be seen at a glance, but what else is there in other parts of the island?

They discussed for a long time, but no one mentioned an old notebook and a ballad. Was it only John who discovered these, or did everyone pretend to be confused?Sherlock leans towards the latter.

Finally, Sir Lugoni suggested that several people go together to investigate around the island.Sir Lugoni and Mr. Wolfe went to the southeast of the island. Greg Pfeiffer stayed in the stone house to rest on the advice of Sir Lugoni. Lawrence volunteered to stay in the stone house to take care of the ladies and children, but the little thrush insisted on Following her father, Rosalind Susie also chose to check the northeastern section of the island with Sherlock and Watson.

The three of them did not go deep into the hinterland of the forest, but only walked along the edge of the forest, where there was a trodden path.

"So, can you tell us some interesting news? If you'd like to reveal a little bit."

"Of course." Rosalind smiled and gave John a wink. "This news must have been caught by my opponent! So now it is worthless to me."

"It's about a pair of robots from the Hamilton farm in the North Island who eloped!"

"They? What?" John was obviously at a loss. He took a deep breath and said with some difficulty, "It seems that everyone has the right to pursue love, doesn't it?"

Sherlock, who was striding ahead, couldn't help kicking a mess of vines on the ground. John's strike-up was really not very clever, he thought.

"Of course not!" Rosalind looked at John in amazement, "Robots are forbidden to fall in love. This is clearly stipulated by international law! In fact, the pair of robots in Hamilton Farm is the first pair of robots in the past century to make such a shocking move! So I must say this is really big news!"

"Uh, sure." John nodded.

"Oh, Dr. Watson, you really surprise me! Lawrence also secretly said to us that you and the detective in front look more like an antique than the bumbling Sir Lugoni, but I can't imagine that you think so , so shocking!" Rosalind said with a giggle.

"And what do you think of it, Mr. Holmes?"

My thought is, if there is such a little game, then I think you must be a wolf!Sherlock thought to himself, ignoring her, and suddenly quickened his pace.John and Rosalind looked in the direction he was going, and saw only a large meadow sloping down steeply.The path under the shade of tall trees stopped abruptly here, and the vision suddenly opened up, the dazzling sunlight dazzled the eyes, and the strong wind from the ocean roared in. Unknowingly, noon had passed.Sherlock had already started to run down, and John followed suit. Rosalind walked like flying in a pair of high-heeled leather shoes that had survived the air crash except for a few thin scratches.

"Stop!" The person in the front suddenly yelled, and the two people behind stopped their steps, only to see that a few steps away, the lush meadow suddenly disappeared, replaced by rolling and roaring waves and an increasingly fierce wind .It turned out that if they hadn't stopped, they would have fallen into the abyss.

Looking northwest from where they stood, to the end of the line of sight, there are cliffs and cliffs. Those pure white cliffs that stretch for miles seem to be cut by knives and axes, forming an angle of almost 90° with the coast.There are cliffs, strong winds and waves, maybe that is the other side of the island.

"In that kind of place, no one should be able to survive." Rosalind murmured.

"Nothing!" Sherlock muttered and turned around.

Someone came back earlier than them.The door of the stone house was wide open, and it seemed to be extremely lively inside.

"You are finally back!" Greg welcomed them into the house.

"Look, Sir Lugoni has brought us bad news and good news." Lawrence shouted first when he saw the three people walking in.

Sherlock's eyes fell on the four people surrounded in the middle.The first person is tall and burly, muscular, with a pair of wolf-like sharp eyes looking at him without fear; the second person standing beside him is a half-grown girl with messy flaxen hair, He looked overly frightened; the third person was a young girl with short, neat reddish-brown hair, and she was hugging the little girl Xu Xu to comfort her; the fourth person was a tall and thin young man, who shrank slightly and hid Surrounded by three people, they didn't say a word.

"The bad news is that there were originally five of them, but one of them died when they landed." Lawrence said in a frivolous tone.

Remos glanced at him with some dissatisfaction, and explained to John: "Not long after we entered the jungle, we found a river, followed the river all the way south, and met them near a small waterfall group downstream. Lugoni Jazz believes that the river should flow along the southeast direction of the island, and then enter the sea from the southern tip of the island."

"So they were rescued by being washed into the river at the southern end of the island," Sherlock stated.

"Yes, that's right." Remos looked at Sherlock with admiration.

"So, what about the fifth person?" John couldn't help asking.

"We met each other one after another as we walked along the river to the island, and we found that boy under the small waterfalls this morning." The strongest man among the four suddenly said.

"That is to say, he went deep into the hinterland of the island before any of the four of you, but he died." Sherlock said playfully.

"That's right, we found the body washed ashore by the river at the lower reaches of the waterfall. The terrain near the mouth of the sea is flat, and if it was washed into the inland river, it is unlikely to float that far, so I guess, he may have fallen to his death from the waterfall After we went deep into the jungle, the terrain became undulating, and the drop of those small waterfalls is not small." The girl with short reddish-brown hair met Sherlock's playful gaze and said slowly.

"Ms. Haas, perhaps, there is another possibility." Sir Lugoni, who had been silent by the side, pondered.

"Oh! Of course! Of course there is another possibility!" Sherlock said first, "You all have large and small wounds on your body. It can be seen that there are mostly stones on the river beach near the mouth of the sea, but they are not sharp. Since you can live If you go ashore, you are less likely to die from serious injuries. You can survive an air crash and wake up on a strange desert island, and of course you will enter that unknown and dangerous jungle with extreme caution. Of course he also Yes. So another possibility is that he was killed and dumped on the bank of the river to make it look like he fell into a waterfall. And because you all have wounds all over your body, you ignore the circumstances that led to his death. Fatal wound!"

"But, how, how is it possible! Isn't this a deserted island?" Remos stammered, while holding Little Thrush tightly into his arms.

"Come on Remos! Are you still pretending you haven't seen that tattered notebook and that weird ballad!" Lawrence let out a sharp laugh, "Let me tell you, the game has already begun! Among our group, there are wolves! And the boy who died last night was the first civilian killed by wolves!"

"Oh, Lawrence, don't talk about it! I don't believe it when you say it!" Rosalind sneered unceremoniously, "There are thirteen living people standing here now. What do we mean? There are wolves in the crowd?! As a journalist who has been working for many years, I dare say that I have never heard of such a creature in the world!"

"Actually, I've heard of it." Nixie said weakly, "In my great-grandfather's generation, there was a popular game like this. There were two camps of werewolves and villagers. Werewolves hide among the villagers. Killing people at night and killing villagers by voting is the means of victory, and villagers use voting as a means to cast werewolves to death to win the final victory."

"You said it too, Miss Gill, it was a game." Sir Lugoni sighed.But what they are facing now is not just a game!

"Andrea, what are they talking about? What kind of game?" The flaxen-haired girl stopped sobbing and asked timidly at the girl beside her.

The other three looked at Sir Lugoni together.

"The crimson full moon rises to heaven, and the wolf bared its fangs exalts;

The little girl secretly opened her eyes on the night of the full moon, and she told me that she saw a wolf running in the dark forest;

The old woman staggers past me, her half-worn robes bulging with pockets;

Quick, quick!Brave hunter, hurry up and catch up, the deadly bullet is still unloaded?

However, why did the god of love deviate from the arrow in his hand? How could my dear lover make me so sad?

Fool, fool, why don't you banish me, let the whispers and the raging fire be involved in the boiling waves..."

The little thrush leaning against Remos' arms hummed the ballad. This time, no one remembered to stop him, and everyone in the stone house couldn't help but tense up.

"Why? Aren't we, aren't we just the survivors of the plane crash?" The tall and thin young man who had never had a sense of presence broke the dead silence of the room, and whispered.

"Yeah, why? We're just ordinary people who just happened to survive the plane crash, so how could there be wolves? Besides, if we're all strangers, why should we kill each other? That kind of cannibalism is very important to us." What's the benefit? Isn't it more important to make concerted efforts to leave this island now?" Andrea Haas said.

Sherlock nodded, showing a rare partial approval.

"I think it's better for us to stay together in this room for one night first, and then go to check the corpse carefully before making a conclusion." Greg, who has been silent all this time, suggested.

"Ha, what a good idea, maybe it will help us to see some people around us better! The premise is that the corpse is still safe tomorrow, and no one dies tonight!" Lawrence rolled his eyes and shouted .

"I agree with Mr. Fivere's proposal." Sir Lugoni glanced around, "What about you?"

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally acquiesced to the proposal.

They moved out a small amount of bread, canned food and drinking water from the cupboard, and shared among several people.No edible berries were found in the woods near the stone house, and they made up their minds to go to other vacant houses on the island tomorrow to search for food and collect other usable ingredients.

"So, did you find anything today?" Sir Lugoni asked Sherlock and his party.

"The northwest direction of the island is a cliff, no one can survive there." Rosalind replied.

"If the number of people stipulated in the usual game is followed, no one will survive." Nixie said quietly.